SKATER POEM

She was all in black but for a yellow pony tailthat trailed from her cap, and bright blue glovesthat she held out wide, the feathery fingers spread, as surely she stepped, click-clack, onto the frozen top of the world. And there, with a clatter of blades, she began to braid a loose path that broadened into a meadow of curls. Across the ice she swooped and then turned back and, halfway, bent her legs and leapt into the air the way a crane leaps, blue gloveslifting her lightly, and turned a snappy half-turnthere in the wind before coming down, arms wide, skating backward right out of that moment, smiling backat the woman she'd been just an instant before.

Oh, I see this but I don't see skates, I see a pinto horse racing across the field and jumping a ditch. For just a moment two hearts are one with wings until the horses front hoofs touch the ground again. SighThanks Irene for the memory

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